And I will not stand idle by while he lays down his head and dreams of time spent with me.
You may wish to take all that is good and decent, to twist into what nightmare from whence you came, but I will not let it stand.
Know this, he is protected, by me and by others. Should you wake him from his slumber, the bards will write songs about what happens to you.
So flee, while you still can. I will not chase you, my place is here, beside him, and I will stand by him all of my days. However short they may be.